Thousands of ants move in a line
like they're driving on a two lane highway
A vulture stares into the distance
while its talons clutch dead remains
It pecks here and there
the carcass jerks
The animal may still have life
The vulture does not care
Shadows dance across the ground
More vultures are on their way
As they land they scan the area
They are not worried about feelings
They peck
and peck
The animal is beyond dead
yet the vultures cackles grow louder
They have taken all the life from that animal
and still they want more.
black turkey vulture
search guides map to rotting flesh
salivating bird
You have shown me
Truly
What it means
To be a vulture amongst mourning doves
To witness pain,
Absolute and final,
And feel only hunger
Gnawing with merciless lust, are we
On the skin
On delicacies uncared for
With no regard for what once was
Only what can now be
Fonty was a vegan Vulture.
Other Vultures tried to offer their advice
Told him they were created as carnivores and eating
meat
Is an essential part of their diet.
He stayed true to his commitment to be a vegan
Ate fruit and berries but they never satisfied his appetite
He resulted to stealing stale bread from pigeons
Crows kept him away from the cornfields
He was too weak to put up a fight
The Vulture Committee knew he wouldn't last much longer
Sure enough he died from starvation
The Volt joined together as a Wake and all said a prayer
Then they quickly ate him.
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc .
Vulture
Accusations take wing, like Vultures carcass cleans.
The guilty are ashamed, not satisfied with screams.
Enjoy the life you bought, with every hateful word.
Forgiveness is a choice, not something one deserves.
(Alternate ending:
Forgiveness is too low, for dead- flesh eating birds.
Which would you choose first or second ending?)
I found envy
in the windswept field
filled with bright buttercups
and pollen laced gusts.
Tall grass thrashed
where the angels flashed
and flaunted silver wings.
Made of faith,
exuding grace.
I found rage. Eyes
tied to weights, awake
lying next to carrion
a convulsing vulture ripped away
Her ivory dress, caked in gore
the bald bird always needed
more
I sat silent in the grass,
moping. Hoping it would pass.
Needing something to be the bolt
to shock some sense into me.
Lone atop the hill, it was
just my luck.
Lightning struck.
why are vultures in the road today?
red necks are completely ugly
devouring their carrion
they give me the willies
red turkey buzzards
road kill dessert
good bye mole
tasty
food
It was my public leeture
About man's links with Torture
How it seems tied to Nature
And an idea to nurture...
"Yet, it can't be a culture,
Torture like Beak of Vulture,
Which Carrions face like Torture,
The Final Grant: A Suture...
In man it's An Aperture
Welcoming Prompt Ligature...
"Torture is no nice picture:
A Sadist's Acupuncture,
On receivers some puncture."
that last step,
veins protruding under the skin,
the other imperfections and these eyes,
eyes of distance.
flaky is the word for the skin, brittle.
not good, evokes the time implacable.
it is always destruction that rushes forward.
skin, in this case bark ex-house.
that last step,
the color seems gray, but it is a condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
but totally brutal in reality,
because touched conveys sense of end.
only scales and damaged skin,
the emissaries of never arrive,
huge black wings that darken the day.
the last step is a vulture who sing.
Just like that, he started a venture
Intended to salute their culture,
In his speech creating that picture;
The high hopes he did nurture
About its supportive infrastructure
And advertising superstructure…
Then, finance became the torture,
With its photo of an ugly vulture;
Inventor forcing out of his rapture,
The invented threatening with capture…
Any need now to contend that Money Matters,
As a scheme without it shatters.
They might be our real enemies
But they don’t smoke as much cannabis,
Your schemed wars thriller to the vulture
And that’s the truest darkest picture!
They scramble for our lowest money,
Never its restrictions finding funny;
Their brothers reviving our fainting shoes:
The hardly polished after their stubborn use;
With us initiating the silly prices
That regard gives none to how cost rises…
And when our women at them looked twice
They wouldn’t fail to reciprocate thrice!
Then, their rich ones are spoilers of the game;
All of them grabbing foxes, far from tame;
One begins to love bloated riches
One begins to be worse than witches…
So please no unconventional remedy
For a problem from a still guess enemy.
Who will feed first I wonder
As vultures fly in, surrounding the carcass.
I begin to count them. 45, 46, 47…..92.
I lose count at 93, but do not feel like starting over.
The biggest birds feed first
Because they had the strength to rip the animal open.
It was something I could no longer bear to watch.
So much for the Discovery Channel.
At the Kruger National Park, an elephant carcass, predators dine at same time,
Lions and vultures devouring their foul find, a scorching sun, predator’s clime.
‘CLIME’ means a region with reference to its climate – Kruger park mostly hot, sometimes scorching
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Vulture In Our Culture We Should Rupture
a well known vulture
found clinging to our culture
giving a gesture
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